New Crooked I, enjoy =)
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Wake up show
yea
Crooked I
On Star
You know
Wake up
Can you turn the beat up a lil bit
The 7 habbits of a highly effective rapper
Habin one homie, dont become a slacker
Habit two, keep a lemon fresh swagger
And keep ya steal sharper then a back stabber dagger
That was habit three, yea you know what comin after
Four is reinvent yourself every other chapter
Habi five whenever you rappin live
Keep the crowd in it, without them any rapper dies
Habit six, watch what you advertise
Cuz the captain tries to capitalize on you trappin ties
Habit seven, ignore the critics
Even if the picture you paint is more then vivid
Especially if the MCs life you was born to live it
No regrets, like you were born to spit it
Yea, keep these habits in constant consideration
And swayin a tec might just send you an invitation
To stand next to some of the hottest spitters in the nation
Like Crooked I and the I stands for intimidation
Its like I just threw some dollar over my bed
I can afford to freestyle cuz I'm rollin in bread
And the flow cold as the dead
Put a permanent wheelchair under both your legs
For not knowin the ledge
Dont push me, I'm close to the edge
Like melly mel said
The king of the jungle I blow you to shreads
i dont got enough rappers to compete with
The way I flow on an instrumental, when i spittn im gettin sea sick
You dont know my techniques and secets
Beats and rhymes or knives and forks these are things I eat with
Wake up show allstar, I'm all bars callin all...HAHA
Aye tec
You know you gotta stop me
Cuz Imma go on forever
Wake up show
Crooked!
I missed em days
hahahah
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Hell Rell- Get Ready [AS REQUESTED]
Typed it up quick for the request on HHB
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Yea
ughh
yea
ughh
Ahh man this niggas aint ready for this shit b
RUGA!
Top gunas, top top gunnas (yea)
Top gunas, top top gunnas DIPSET!
They just turned up my mic can you hear me now
I just got my jewlery cleaned can ya see me now.
(can all ya fuck niggas see me)
Ya'll niggas better get ready
For an early grave that is
yeaaa, yeaaa, yeaaa
ugh
Im livin by the mafia rules like Gotti would
I go broke, do a sex tape with Megan Good and sell it to hollywood
Comeptition they all die, nigga you the four guy
Baby I'm the big potato, hes a small fry
Got money I aint gotta front on you
I'll let you keep ya chain, rememba I got one on you
Thats your crew, they aint tough they gun run on you
I need a ginny pig, let me test my gun on you
So I can show you where to cop the white and get the tan
You gettin money dont forget your man
You for the bezel dont forget the band
If rap was wrestlin then I'm Vince McMahon
My lil homie just got initiated
And he gotta eat somethin just to show me he ready
And motherfucka you lookin like spaghetti
I'm perfect timin with the diamonds
So you know you gotta VVS me
I'm out of this world girl, you can't GPS me
Get ready my nigga, get ready
I told you that I'm comin for the fetti
So nigga get ready
Jason, Michael Meyers, Freddy
Fuck them, I'm more scary
So nigga get ready
Fully loaded and, I'm rollin in
I'm focused but, you know this
Get ready nigga nigga get ready
Get ready nigga nigga get ready
Look in my closet, I'm gun crazy
You need that piff, I got quarters for a buck and halves is 180
The ounce 360 and the pound 55
I aint worried about rap money, niggas gunna give me mines
Reminicing way back to the old times
The block was a gold mine
Now its all flooded with pro 9
I walk in the priecing, briefcase full of bucks
Tell the Loutennant make sure the chief get his cut
Fuck, it was either hip hop or a lifeless bid
I was runnin through 50s house when it was Tysons crib
Mike and Robert Gibbins sniffin in the kitchen
Bently, new addition
Thats the johnny guilt car
Killa Cam got me poppin, got em rocky watchin
Made one hundred grand off oxy cottons
Quarter mil of the diesel and the purp
Man I dont wanna talk fam
I just wanna see you in the dirt
Get ready!
Get ready my nigga, get ready
I told you that I'm comin for the fetti
So nigga get ready
Jason, Michael Meyers, Freddy
Fuck them, I'm more scary
So nigga get ready
Fully loaded and, I'm rollin in
I'm focused but, you know this
Get ready nigga nigga get ready
Get ready nigga nigga get ready
You need me in your life yea you need me in your life
What would the gangstas do if I stopped breathin on the mic
How would the hustlas feel if i stopped speakin bout the white
Probably stop sellin hard and get regular jobs
Make history, make a lot of money nigga wont I
Make this gangsta shit look real good dont I
The only reason you got no respect for the city cops
The reason you put a lil pep in your diddy bop
Ask your C-E-O, and the label that hired you
You came in the game, after Ruga I expired you
And if you sayin that aint truth you a liar you
I hope you talk flyer
You aint know about that 9-11 drop
Cuz of me you a Porche driver
I hope you love rap, so where the love at
Everyday these niggas criticize me but tell me
What would the game be without me
Get ready!!
Get ready get ready
Get ready get ready
Lil niggas a genius
Get ready get ready
Get ready get ready
Whos unstoppable
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Yea
ughh
yea
ughh
Ahh man this niggas aint ready for this shit b
RUGA!
Top gunas, top top gunnas (yea)
Top gunas, top top gunnas DIPSET!
They just turned up my mic can you hear me now
I just got my jewlery cleaned can ya see me now.
(can all ya fuck niggas see me)
Ya'll niggas better get ready
For an early grave that is
yeaaa, yeaaa, yeaaa
ugh
Im livin by the mafia rules like Gotti would
I go broke, do a sex tape with Megan Good and sell it to hollywood
Comeptition they all die, nigga you the four guy
Baby I'm the big potato, hes a small fry
Got money I aint gotta front on you
I'll let you keep ya chain, rememba I got one on you
Thats your crew, they aint tough they gun run on you
I need a ginny pig, let me test my gun on you
So I can show you where to cop the white and get the tan
You gettin money dont forget your man
You for the bezel dont forget the band
If rap was wrestlin then I'm Vince McMahon
My lil homie just got initiated
And he gotta eat somethin just to show me he ready
And motherfucka you lookin like spaghetti
I'm perfect timin with the diamonds
So you know you gotta VVS me
I'm out of this world girl, you can't GPS me
Get ready my nigga, get ready
I told you that I'm comin for the fetti
So nigga get ready
Jason, Michael Meyers, Freddy
Fuck them, I'm more scary
So nigga get ready
Fully loaded and, I'm rollin in
I'm focused but, you know this
Get ready nigga nigga get ready
Get ready nigga nigga get ready
Look in my closet, I'm gun crazy
You need that piff, I got quarters for a buck and halves is 180
The ounce 360 and the pound 55
I aint worried about rap money, niggas gunna give me mines
Reminicing way back to the old times
The block was a gold mine
Now its all flooded with pro 9
I walk in the priecing, briefcase full of bucks
Tell the Loutennant make sure the chief get his cut
Fuck, it was either hip hop or a lifeless bid
I was runnin through 50s house when it was Tysons crib
Mike and Robert Gibbins sniffin in the kitchen
Bently, new addition
Thats the johnny guilt car
Killa Cam got me poppin, got em rocky watchin
Made one hundred grand off oxy cottons
Quarter mil of the diesel and the purp
Man I dont wanna talk fam
I just wanna see you in the dirt
Get ready!
Get ready my nigga, get ready
I told you that I'm comin for the fetti
So nigga get ready
Jason, Michael Meyers, Freddy
Fuck them, I'm more scary
So nigga get ready
Fully loaded and, I'm rollin in
I'm focused but, you know this
Get ready nigga nigga get ready
Get ready nigga nigga get ready
You need me in your life yea you need me in your life
What would the gangstas do if I stopped breathin on the mic
How would the hustlas feel if i stopped speakin bout the white
Probably stop sellin hard and get regular jobs
Make history, make a lot of money nigga wont I
Make this gangsta shit look real good dont I
The only reason you got no respect for the city cops
The reason you put a lil pep in your diddy bop
Ask your C-E-O, and the label that hired you
You came in the game, after Ruga I expired you
And if you sayin that aint truth you a liar you
I hope you talk flyer
You aint know about that 9-11 drop
Cuz of me you a Porche driver
I hope you love rap, so where the love at
Everyday these niggas criticize me but tell me
What would the game be without me
Get ready!!
Get ready get ready
Get ready get ready
Lil niggas a genius
Get ready get ready
Get ready get ready
Whos unstoppable
The Game ft/ Mars- Through My Eyes
Highly requested on numerous forums, so i jumped on it. I think I got it. I am not positive about the last line of the hook its hard to hear. enjoy =)
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Life aint fair, and sometimes get black like
The nike airs, and thats when i go back back
Where, to the block where the dreams never stop
Cuz its hard to dream when your dream was bein on top
And you already there, so you look down into the city of c
Life aint what it used to be, kids fantacize about how a phantom ride
If you can track a star then welcome to the enterprise
Hop in a spaceship and fly fly away
Past the clouds with Marvin Gaye and Tupac stay
And never wanna come back like Jay Master Jay
Matter of fact, close your eyes lets pass away
If you can see straight through my eyes
If I left this world tomorrow and said goodbye
If you can take one thing with you what would it be
If you could be with me
Wouldnt be hearin this if it werent for
He inspired what I wrote, bought his album today
Then i threw it in my car and let the CD play
You are superstars is what the CD say
And on the evening this morning I'm like Stevie J
Makin love to the music like my Stevie Play
When I rap the hood listens, ghetto TV
And the devil tries hard just to see me break
Thats when I switch switch cars, and I cross my heart
Knowin that I am God Son like the belly of Nas
I used to dream hard about bein in belly wit Nas
Even the ghetto Mozart couldnt play that part
Like the Eli Mannings when they play that hard
Everybody aint a Giant but they play that card
And that card is dealt, and em blows are felt
Like a Mayweather jab that land below the belt
If you can see straight through my eyes
If I left this world tomorrow and said goodbye
If you can take one thing with you what would it be
If you could be with me
Like a candle in the dark and lead yourself to the light
And when you there blow it out so you can sleep through the night
The sun rise in the mornin and your future get bright
Bright as the ice in my ear its like a movie premire
And you can be Denzel, heres your oscar tip
If you can memorize your lines without reading the script
Then you can walk through the force while your standing still
You could get lucky like force, 20 million a film
And with that, you can buy yourself a football field
Build a field of dreams for kids who got that skill
Marry a legend like Jada if you got that will
But laugh now cry later if you pop that pill
Seem fun for a moment but it not that real
Cuz your life is ice cold and you got that chill
So tomorrow when you wake and you spend that will
Just remember what I told you from on top that hill, thats real
If you can see straight through my eyes
If I left this world tomorrow and said goodbye
If you can take one thing with you what would it be
If you could be with me
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Life aint fair, and sometimes get black like
The nike airs, and thats when i go back back
Where, to the block where the dreams never stop
Cuz its hard to dream when your dream was bein on top
And you already there, so you look down into the city of c
Life aint what it used to be, kids fantacize about how a phantom ride
If you can track a star then welcome to the enterprise
Hop in a spaceship and fly fly away
Past the clouds with Marvin Gaye and Tupac stay
And never wanna come back like Jay Master Jay
Matter of fact, close your eyes lets pass away
If you can see straight through my eyes
If I left this world tomorrow and said goodbye
If you can take one thing with you what would it be
If you could be with me
Wouldnt be hearin this if it werent for
He inspired what I wrote, bought his album today
Then i threw it in my car and let the CD play
You are superstars is what the CD say
And on the evening this morning I'm like Stevie J
Makin love to the music like my Stevie Play
When I rap the hood listens, ghetto TV
And the devil tries hard just to see me break
Thats when I switch switch cars, and I cross my heart
Knowin that I am God Son like the belly of Nas
I used to dream hard about bein in belly wit Nas
Even the ghetto Mozart couldnt play that part
Like the Eli Mannings when they play that hard
Everybody aint a Giant but they play that card
And that card is dealt, and em blows are felt
Like a Mayweather jab that land below the belt
If you can see straight through my eyes
If I left this world tomorrow and said goodbye
If you can take one thing with you what would it be
If you could be with me
Like a candle in the dark and lead yourself to the light
And when you there blow it out so you can sleep through the night
The sun rise in the mornin and your future get bright
Bright as the ice in my ear its like a movie premire
And you can be Denzel, heres your oscar tip
If you can memorize your lines without reading the script
Then you can walk through the force while your standing still
You could get lucky like force, 20 million a film
And with that, you can buy yourself a football field
Build a field of dreams for kids who got that skill
Marry a legend like Jada if you got that will
But laugh now cry later if you pop that pill
Seem fun for a moment but it not that real
Cuz your life is ice cold and you got that chill
So tomorrow when you wake and you spend that will
Just remember what I told you from on top that hill, thats real
If you can see straight through my eyes
If I left this world tomorrow and said goodbye
If you can take one thing with you what would it be
If you could be with me
The Game- Baggage Claim
besides 2 little errors I think I got the rest, enjoy
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DJ Haze
Wutsup nigga, niggas know what the fuck it is
the main nigga, yea
Look
I be down in lil Haiti, bagin a lil weezy and a lil baby
In a drop top mercedes, I'm not what your used to
I'm a lil koo-koo, I'll put this 9 on your head like a fuckin bluetooth
And let the smoke from the benz exhaust blend with
the smoke from the cough cuz that marijuana I'm smokin
Mary J whats the 411, call guidos people i need 4 more guns
And shoutout to LL for no fuckin reason
Cuz he the reason Def Jam was ever breathin
Number one, you niggas cant fuck with son
Number two, new DJs dont have a clue
Number three, to ever to be a real MC
You have to go back to '88 and battle Cool G
Then battle Cool Jay with Cool Herp judgin
Im the opposite of the levy in new orleans im not budging
Niggas talkin bout they cars, nigga I got a dozen
You couldnt see Game if you were Chris Paul cousin
While we talkin bout cousin, if you was cousin
Then i'll be blooding, so you still aint sayin nothin
I'm comin outta customs, on the phone with busta
Lil duffle bag boys, i'm swimmin in trust funds
So trust that its fun, let ms. white scholar (?)
and this white collar touch my ones
Jay got married, whatup b
I wish i could of threw the rice, just like salt to me
And I'm right where i ought to be
Across from Jack Nickolson nigga playoff seats
Whatup Bynum, hows that playoff ...(?)
Next timeout tell kobe run the playoff me
Cuz I dribbled in hallways allday, did drive bys in broad day
And i lost a homie in a car chase
think I'm bullshittin call Face, call Mase
Im a ghetto boy nigga i grew up on scarface
Call Nas, how that cuban cigar taste
Ask about the homie Suge, I'll blow the smoke in your face
Now wouldnt it be gangsta if i knocked out the nigga that hit him
At the club throw up a motherfuckin dub
Im an animal around these parts, I'm a cannibal around your heart
Hannibal chewin through cantelope
Couldnt find a doctro I had to make my own antedote
Never detox and I blow it like Barry Manelope
Cali Cronic Purple Haze, twistin up a back wood
Thinkin bout when I was runnin through 50s back woods
In Conneticut my eddicate was gangsta
Damn, I was right there when he dropped wanksta
Thr good ole days, smokin the good ole js
Rockin good ole Js, the nigga proof or the number fours
I like the number nines, them shits were hot in the summertime
Keep playin I'll put your ass up under mine
the old Jimmy Henchmen, thats my ratchet game
Welcome to Compton, corners call it baggage claim
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DJ Haze
Wutsup nigga, niggas know what the fuck it is
the main nigga, yea
Look
I be down in lil Haiti, bagin a lil weezy and a lil baby
In a drop top mercedes, I'm not what your used to
I'm a lil koo-koo, I'll put this 9 on your head like a fuckin bluetooth
And let the smoke from the benz exhaust blend with
the smoke from the cough cuz that marijuana I'm smokin
Mary J whats the 411, call guidos people i need 4 more guns
And shoutout to LL for no fuckin reason
Cuz he the reason Def Jam was ever breathin
Number one, you niggas cant fuck with son
Number two, new DJs dont have a clue
Number three, to ever to be a real MC
You have to go back to '88 and battle Cool G
Then battle Cool Jay with Cool Herp judgin
Im the opposite of the levy in new orleans im not budging
Niggas talkin bout they cars, nigga I got a dozen
You couldnt see Game if you were Chris Paul cousin
While we talkin bout cousin, if you was cousin
Then i'll be blooding, so you still aint sayin nothin
I'm comin outta customs, on the phone with busta
Lil duffle bag boys, i'm swimmin in trust funds
So trust that its fun, let ms. white scholar (?)
and this white collar touch my ones
Jay got married, whatup b
I wish i could of threw the rice, just like salt to me
And I'm right where i ought to be
Across from Jack Nickolson nigga playoff seats
Whatup Bynum, hows that playoff ...(?)
Next timeout tell kobe run the playoff me
Cuz I dribbled in hallways allday, did drive bys in broad day
And i lost a homie in a car chase
think I'm bullshittin call Face, call Mase
Im a ghetto boy nigga i grew up on scarface
Call Nas, how that cuban cigar taste
Ask about the homie Suge, I'll blow the smoke in your face
Now wouldnt it be gangsta if i knocked out the nigga that hit him
At the club throw up a motherfuckin dub
Im an animal around these parts, I'm a cannibal around your heart
Hannibal chewin through cantelope
Couldnt find a doctro I had to make my own antedote
Never detox and I blow it like Barry Manelope
Cali Cronic Purple Haze, twistin up a back wood
Thinkin bout when I was runnin through 50s back woods
In Conneticut my eddicate was gangsta
Damn, I was right there when he dropped wanksta
Thr good ole days, smokin the good ole js
Rockin good ole Js, the nigga proof or the number fours
I like the number nines, them shits were hot in the summertime
Keep playin I'll put your ass up under mine
the old Jimmy Henchmen, thats my ratchet game
Welcome to Compton, corners call it baggage claim
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